#not spooky

[gang-with-hatz]

HE LOOKS LIKE CHARLIE BROWN

[eatyourmaker]

This is very off topic, but as someone who mostly does traditional art, how do you always get your art so well lit?? Like, the lighting is always so good and clear and there's zero shadows, what witchcraft r u using??? (I'm sorry if this is a silly question, you're lighting is just very good)

Broooo

Shout outs to @dismissivedestroyer for teaching me this magic

If you're takin pics with a phone, use a scanner app

There are plenty on the app store for free.

Here's the difference it makes

Fucking game changer bro istg

[miaisabelwinther]

[simmerstellar]

Some kind of goblin.

[bigfuckingfrog]

i was today years old when i found out that brian david gilbert not only is in a band but also makes music in said band that is normal???

[hb-writes]

Name Your Price

Written in response to Hauntober prompt #4: Candy Apples.

Summary: From the Little Lady Blinder universe! Shelby sister negotiates to go to the fair with Isiah and Finn.

Characters Featured: John Shelby, Esme Shelby, Finn Shelby, Clara Shelby (Shelby!Sister), Isiah Jesus is sitting outside in the car. 

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“The kids are asleep,” Clara told her brother as she came down the stairs. 

John was relaxing on the couch, watching the fire, and he nodded, glancing to his sister for just a moment before returning his gaze to the flame. It was early for his kids to be asleep, especially the older ones, but Clara had a special way with them, always had. She possessed some mysterious bargaining chip that came along with being close in age to them. John had never really questioned it, and at the prospect of a quiet night, he wouldn’t question it now either. 

“So, since the kids are in bed, I thought, maybe, it might be nice for you and Esme to have an evening to yourselves...?” 

John turned and took a longer look at her. She’d let her hair down, pulled on her coat. “Where are you off to?” 

“Just going out,” Clara answered as she stepped in front of the decorative mirror in the front hall and began applying her lipstick, her back to him. “I won’t be out too late.” 

“I thought you came by to spend some time with me but here you are all dolled up like you’ve got a date.” 

Clara rolled her eyes as she stuck the lipstick tube in her bag.

“We’re just going to the fair,” she answered as she took one last look at her face and turned to him.

“Who’s we?”

“Finn and Siah. And I’m sure some of Esme’s family wil--”

“And you need to wear red lipstick for them?” John asked.

“The lipstick’s not for them, John. It’s ‘cause I like it.”

John scoffed. “Well, where’d you get something like that anyway?”

“Ada sent it.”

“Of course, a gift from our bloody Americanized sister.”

“Oi! Will you leave your sister be?” Esme stepped in the room, hands on her hips as she looked at her husband. “She bathed and put your rowdy kids to bed, so you’d best be nothing but grateful to her.” 

“Esme, I’m supposed to be grateful that she uses us to skirt Tommy’s rules? She’ll get all our asses kicked.” 

“Yeah, by who?” Esme asked as she joined them to sit. 

“Tom, for one, and Aunt Pol,” he answered.

“You’re really still scared of them, John?” Clara asked.

“Hey, you shut it!” John answered. “You are, too, or you would’ve just left from Tom’s.”

“Yeah, well, I likely wouldn’t have made it through his front door, now, would I?” 

“I haven’t decided yet if you’ll be making it through mine,” he answered.

Clara groaned, collapsing on the couch beside her brother and taking a moment to compose herself before wrapping her arm around one of his.

“Please, John?” she asked. “I’ll be in your debt.”

John peeled his arm out of her grasp, settling it on the back of the couch. “You’re already in my fucking debt. Using me and Es like this every other week. Why didn’t you just ask him to go? Unless there’s a reason he’d have said no?”

“This was just easier. Your house is closer. And I don’t use you. I come for supper, spend some time with the kids,” she offered.

John crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, and you go out on the town for dessert.” 

Clara grabbed his arm again. “Alright, how about this? I’ll watch the kids next weekend so you and Es can go out. Or whatever you want. Just let me go to the fair and don’t tell our brother I went and you can name your price.” 

John didn’t get to answer as they all drowned in the incessant honking coming from the front of the house. 

“If those boys wake the kids, I’ll kill the lot of you,” Esme warned, her glare on the door as Finn came through. 

"What’s the hold up?” he asked. “We’re late.”

“John’s decided on being difficult,” Clara answered.

“Imagine being married to him,” Esme said from across the room. 

“Oi, what have you got to be unhappy about? You’ve got your land and your precious fucking chickens.”

“Yeah, and I’ve got you making trouble for your sister just for the sake of it. Just let them--”

He cut her off. “If there’s anyone causing trouble, it’s those three. Been up to nothing but mischief since they were kids, always trying to bring me into it.”

“We’re just going to the bloody fair, John!” Clara dropped his arm and leaned back into the couch. “It’s not like we’re robbing a bank.” 

“And it’s not like you never caused a bit of mischief,” Finn said.

“See, Esme, they admit--”

“Oh, christ!” Clara folded her arms over her chest. “Nice fucking job, Finn.” 

“What?” Finn asked. “It’s true. They all did worse than we’ve ever done. We’d never get away with half of what they did.”

“As it should be,” John said to Finn before turning to his sister. “And you’re a lady, we hold you to a different standard.” 

Clara rolled her eyes. 

“Right, because girls are supposed to do as they’re told while boys get to do as they please?” Esme said.

“That’s not what I meant,” John answered.

“It is what you meant, you just don’t like how I’ve said it,” Esme offered. “But if one of them can go, they both should be allowed... or not allowed, if that’s where you’re leaning.” 

Esme picked up her drink, taking an innocuous sip and both twins glared at her.

John met his wife’s eye. “Enough, Esme.” 

“The only person who decides when I’ve said enough is me, John Shelby.”

The two stared at each other across the room and Clara met Finn’s eye over John’s head, a silent discourse over who would do the interrupting passing between them. 

Finn drew the metaphoric short straw and finally cleared his throat. “So, uh, are you letting her come or...?”

John’s eyes remained locked on his wife and Finn’s words dissolved into silence.

Clara raised an eyebrow at Finn’s attempt before refocusing on John, scooting closer to him on the couch. “I’ll uh… I could bring you back an apple,” Clara offered.

John turned his head and met her eye, the corner of his mouth turning up in a half smile. 

“Might as well bring enough for the lot of them, don’t want to be listening to their hollering for going without,” John answered as he reached into his pocket, seeking out a few bank notes. “And one for your sister-in-law, though I’m sure it won’t keep her from hollering at me.”

“Not being a sexist idiot would keep me from hollering at you,” Esme answered as she left the room, the door slamming after her exit.

“Right,” Clara said, cringing as she turned back to John. “So, eight candy apples? That’s your price?”

John rubbed his chin before pulling another note from his pocket. “Ehhh, better make it nine.”

“Nine?” Finn asked. “What for?” 

“Did you not see how angry she is, mate? I don’t think one apple will do it.” 

“Maybe try not being a sexist idiot, like she said,” Clara answered as she tucked the money away in her purse. 

“Oi! Finn, take her out before I change my mind.”

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Read more Little Lady Blinder stories here.

[hockeysweetheart]

For those who are not into the scary side ( Like myself)  This is for you. 

( Now the scary side doesn’t scare me clearly as I made a creepy post it’s just not my  thing)... 

Of Course Jack and Sally are added into this bunch